for you.

friends.
it's sad when old friends become non-exsistant,
we turn our cheek and look the other way.
i sometimes look back at the times we had,
and say what the hell happened?
we seemed happy,
we seemed close,
but was it all a lie?
i don't know.
i'm tired of being the only one trying,
i'm tired of pulling all the weight.
i'm not going to waste my time on an one ended friendship.
so thanks for the memories,
and thanks for the good times.
i guess i'm just trying to say...
i don't give a fuck anymore,
i tired.

this is how my heart behaves.

As I sit here listening to Feist,
I'm reminded of last night.
I still can't believe we spent all day together yesterday,
and what's more bizarre is the fact that it felt right.

spending time with your mom was great,
as always.
she has some of the best advice I've ever received
and once again;
thank you, thank you, thank you, for the spa day.
even though your mom booked us in the same room,
that called for some awkwardness but at least we got to talk right?

tell your baby brother i said happy birthday,
and give him a big kiss for me.
WHOO for turning 12!

i'm actually really glad that we spent time the night talking,
talking about everything that was on our minds.
everything that i needed to hear from you,
and everything to let the both of us move on.

i love ya.

trimph.

i'm not sure if i could say you have impeccable timing or not...
you always come in the moments of my life where i'm starting to move on,
and when everything stops reminding me of you.
it's funny how you teach me how to crush again whenever you enter my life,
crush on you,
crush on others,
crush on people i usually wouldn't.
For that i have to thank you,
because you often open my eyes.
i just wish you wouldn't make it this hard,
i feel like i'm holding myself back to wait for you sometimes...

with that,
i'm vowing to do something for myself this summer.
take as many pictures as possible,
try and get healthy,
adventure more,
get better at the guitar
surround myself with better people in my life,
find a group of guys who can actually hang,
and most importantly forget about you and move on.
we're better off that way.